Catch Me When I Fall

Home

Several days later, Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting impatiently for Sam. "Where is he?"

"He'll be here in a minute, keep yer hair on."

Dean sighed and continued waiting until Sam finally came into the room. "Sam, where the hell have you been? I've been waiting to go for the past hour."

"I talked to your doctor, and I went back to Bobby's to sort something out."

"So, can I go?"

"Yeah, you can go... as long as you promise to still eat. Dr Morgan told me to bring you back if you have any problems."

The doctor didn't really want to release Dean yet, but he reluctantly agreed to let him go when Sam told him that keeping Dean here would make him stop eating again, since he seriously hated hospitals after what happened to their dad, and that he would recover better in a familiar place with his family around him. So Dr Morgan made Bobby and Sam promise to make sure Dean continued eating, but gave Sam leaflets about eating disorder clinics and treatment centres, just in-case.

Dean sighed, and looked at Bobby. "I don't have to come back, do I?"

"Only for yer appointments every two weeks. Can he go now?"

"Yeah. We just have to wait for..." Sam trailed off when a nurse came into the room with a wheelchair. "Her."

"Hey, Dean. Today's your big day, your chariot awaits."

"I'm not sitting in that thing."

"You're not going anywhere without one," said Sam, crossing his arms. "So you either get in the chair, or you can stay here... It's up to you."

Dean's glare deepened, and he almost stomped over to the chair like a child. "Fine," he sighed, sitting down.

Sam grinned at Bobby, and took the handles of the chair. "Come on, Dean. Your car is waiting," he said, pushing him down the corridor.

Dean's eyes seemed to light up at the mention of the Impala. "My car, how is she?"

"She's fine, Dean. You've only been away from her for just a week and a half," said Sam, pushing his brother outside and over to his beloved vehicle.

"My baby," said Dean, grinning as he ran his hand over the black door.

"I could leave you two alone if you want."

Dean turned to glare at him again. "Don't listen to him, baby," he said quietly, turning back to the car.

"Come on." Sam opened the passenger door, and helped Dean stand up.

Dean tried to shrug him off, but almost fell backwards. "Let me go."

"I'm just helping you, Dean. Remember, you said I could." After a bit of struggling, Sam finally got his brother into the car, and climbed in behind the wheel. "Bobby's following behind us. Do you want any music on?"

Dean leaned against the door, and shook his head. "No. I'm a little tired."

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Sam, frowning worriedly at him. "You still look a little pale."

"Yeah, I'm okay. Stop worrying, you're driving me crazy."

Sam started the car. "Do you want to get a burger on the way?"

Dean looked as if he was going to throw up. "Ugh. No thanks."

"Alright. I'll make you something you like when we get home."

"Home?" asked a frowning Dean.

"Yeah. Bobby's... You do remember we're staying there, right?"

"Of course I remember. I've lost weight, not my memory."